After confirming that Rong Yan was unharmed, Jiang Yuhan continued to hold the lovely woman in his arms and asked in a cold tone.
“Who was that ugly freak who pushed you?”
Xia. Ugly Freak. Duoyun: Young Master Jiang is so mean—where was she ugly? The doctor clearly said her face was a very successful plastic surgery job!
Rong Yan spoke to Jiang Yuhan with a rather complicated mood. “She’s Xia Duoyun, the heiress of Xia’s Jewelry.”
When she had first married Jiang Yuhan, Rong Yan had also thought about trying to break into high society so she wouldn’t embarrass Jiang Yuhan.
But those socialites had mocked and sneered at her. Though back then, Jiang Yuhan had been by her side, so they hadn’t gone this far.
So Rong Yan still had some understanding of these socialites.
Young Master Jiang said with great disdain, “What an ugly name. But it suits her face just fine. Xia’s Jewelry, is it? Give me one day, and there won’t be any Xia’s Jewelry left in Jingcheng.”
Xia Duoyun was scared stiff, while the other ‘gossiping women’ were relieved they hadn’t pushed Rong Yan.
Where exactly had Young Master Jiang the Third been neglecting Rong Yan? Who exactly had spread those rumors? Come out—let them beat the rumor-monger to death!
Rong Yan thought for a moment, then asked Jiang Yuhan.
“Then will you lose money?”
Young Master Jiang lightly curved the corner of his mouth. “What, is Mrs. Jiang feeling sorry for me—for my money?”
Rong Yan nodded with an honest expression. She didn’t want Jiang Yuhan to lose money just to vent his anger on her behalf.
The man gently pinched her rosy, blush-colored cheek and parted his thin lips slightly.
“No. If you’re willing to take over Xia’s Jewelry and change it to Rong Yan Jewelry, you might even make me money.”
Rong Yan quickly shook her head. “I’m not interested in jewelry. You know I like making bread and cakes.”
Young Master Jiang: “…”
The crowd, force-fed a huge mouthful of couple’s dog food: “…”
Xia Duoyun fell to her knees with a ‘thud’ in front of Rong Yan. “It was my sharp tongue. It has nothing to do with Xia’s Jewelry. Please, be merciful.”
Why didn’t she kneel to Jiang Yuhan instead? Because Xia Duoyun didn’t want to be kicked several meters away into a wall.
This was also the reason no woman dared to throw herself directly at Young Master Jiang the Third!
Light injuries meant broken bones; severe injuries meant losing her life.
Rong Yan looked at Jiang Yuhan. She didn’t really care whether Xia’s Jewelry continued to exist in Jingcheng, as long as her bakery didn’t go out of business.
Smack, smack, smack…
Seeing that Rong Yan wasn’t speaking, Xia Duoyun slapped herself five times in a row.
She was hitting hard—Rong Yan could see that Xia Duoyun’s face was already swollen and red.
After all, this was Elder Jiang’s birthday banquet. Rong Yan was just about to speak to Jiang Yuhan and say—
Forget it, let it go!
But Jiang Yuhan was a step ahead of her, calling the bodyguards over and saying quite politely.
“Please escort Miss Xia and her family out.”
This gave Rong Yan no chance to plead for mercy. When the bodyguards ‘escorted’ Xia Duoyun out, they even covered her mouth with a cloth.
After this little farce, none of the high-society socialites dared to look down on Rong Yan anymore.
Withdrawing his hand from Rong Yan’s slender waist, Jiang Yuhan asked coldly by her ear.
“Why didn’t you eat what I got for you?”
Rong Yan: “…”
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to eat—she really couldn’t. She couldn’t even bear to look at it again.
But as a stand-in, she needed to know her place. She didn’t want to become the next Xia Duoyun.
After all, Young Master Jiang only needed one minute to make her bakery disappear from Jingcheng.
“I’ll eat it later. Thank you for your kindness, Young Master Jiang.”
Hearing this unfamiliar form of address, and seeing the polite yet distant smile on Rong Yan’s face, Young Master Jiang only refrained from losing his temper outright because of his excellent upbringing.
He shot Rong Yan a fierce glare before turning away to continue chatting elegantly with others.
Rong Yan shrugged helplessly. If Young Master Jiang was this angry, why didn’t he just directly file for divorce with her?
She glanced at the plate of food Jiang Yuhan had brought her, then decided to continue eating her vegetable salad.
But before she could take a step, she saw Han Lingfeng walking toward her.
Without much hesitation, Rong Yan left the banquet hall, walking quickly to the lakeside where there were few people around.
Sitting down on the stone bench, she let out a soft sigh. Better to avoid trouble whenever possible.
Jiang Yuhan had a bad temper, and Jiang Yuwan was a pampered little princess—she couldn’t afford to offend either of them.
“Yan Yan…”